Supergirl
Captured by the Mob
Part 6 - A Very, Very Bad
Day for the Blue and Red
Note: All characters and
names are property of DC Comics. This story is simply meant as entertainment and
should be read only by consenting adults of 18 years or older. Violence and
rape are never an answer to any situation.
Carmine is
munching contentedly on a Bavarian creme doughnut as Tony walks into the
control room.
“What the
hell happened to you, Carmine? What were you thinking? I’m setting up Supergirl
for our special gangbang training session and Randy tells me you and Stevie are
out buyin’ doughnuts. I could have been killed in that room!”
“Take it
easy, Tony.” Carmine takes a sip of coffee and looks down at the floor.
“Take it
easy? If my boy Randy doesn’t come through for me in there and knock that inept
little tramp around like a bounce-back rubber punch toy, I’m history.”
“Yeah,”
Carmine agrees, “I looked over the tapes just now. You were lucky. Both of
you.” Carmine quietly takes another bite of his doughnut.
“That’s it?”
Tony steps back, raising his palms in the air. “No big deal? Tony goes off to
jail, don’t sweat the details. Tony gets his liver removed by the Maid of
Steel, call for the dialysis machine and get him a coke? I’m a little
disappointed here, Carmine.”
“Look, Tony.
This is your project and I didn’t want to get in the way. Frankly I thought I
had more time before the, you know, training thing with you, me and Goldilocks
in there. But I’m tellin’ ya, it wasn’t anything on purpose. I sure never
thought the fucking twat was gonna spring that shit. She even surprised you,
Tony. You gotta admit that.”
Tony nods at
this, acknowledging his mistake.
“I mean,
fuckin’ a, Tony,” Carmine says with a measure of admiration for the blonde
heroine, “the girl’s got a dildo that’s frankly bigger than me filled with
kryptonite shoved up her ass for more than an hour. Who the fuck figures her to
even be able to stand up, much less nail your nuts to the wall. How they feel
anyway?”
“Tiny,
Carmine. Like tiny fuckin’ raisins. But give me a little more time and I’ll be
more than ready to show that bubble-butted, overrated international cockteaser
exactly how foolish she was to piss me off. Steve and Randy,” he turns to the
two men huddled in the corner trying to look inconspicuous during Tony’s angry
venting. “Be sure to load fresh discs in the recorders. This could be a long
session and I don’t want to miss an angle on this. And Randy, thanks again. But
next time, try not to kill the goose that’s going to lay our golden egg. I’ll
be out when I’m ready to go.” He goes into the hallway leading to the sleeping
quarters to rest up.
The bitch should be taking my cock right this second. The timing’s perfect. She’s a nervous wreck. Her spirit’s shot. She’s weak from the dildo, she’s scared of her own shadow thanks to the beating Randy laid on her. But fuck it, I couldn’t get it up right now if my life depended on it. FUCK! Tony slams the door to his sleeping quarters and stretches himself out on the bed to relax for a while.
In the cool
jail cell, Supergirl lies strapped to the table under subdued lights. It’s been
ten minutes since Tony Bonano and his pale, oversized henchman Randy left her
alone. She is fully awake, though exhausted and weakened by her ordeal.
However, the blubbering blonde teenager that Tony patted and humiliated with
his palm is no longer in evidence. A determined blonde teenager with a furrowed
brow and firmly set jaw has taken her place. Clearly, a true superhero.
“Okay,
Kara. It’s time to pull it together. You lost it big time there and you know
it. Crying in front of your mortal enemy. Whimpering like a baby. That’s over.
You’ve got to suck it up, girl and think. You almost got away two times since
these bastards captured you. That’s good. Keep trying to escape. You always
find a way, Kara. You know that. Show them you’re nobody’s toy when they come
back in here. You be steel, Kara. You be exactly what you are: the Maid of
Steel.
Tony looks
at the Oyster Rolex on his wrist, admiring the gleam of its pearly white face.
He feels like himself again. Ready to take on the world, especially one naive
little blonde powerhouse in his world. The one he’s strapped to a table in his
own headquarters.
“ Okay,
gentlemen. We’re just about ready. All recording equipment is on. We’re set to
go. Everyone knows their job. Carmine: just like we planned it, I’ll give you
the signal and you come in after I warm up our shapely little friend.
Naturally, any trouble comes up, everyone comes running.” Tony looks at
everyone surrounding him in the control room and gives them a confident smile.
“Guys, this
is not just going to be an historic afternoon, it’s going to be an immensely
profitable one for everyone here. Supergirl is going to be fucked in her tight
little pussy and her gorgeous little mouth simultaneously for the first time in
her well-chronicled life. And we are going to capture it on record for the
world to see. At only 39.99 for DVD! It’s one p.m. by my watch and I’m going
in. Stations everyone.”
The door to
the jail cell opens and Tony Bonano walks over to the special padded table he
had moved there that very morning. On the table lies a motionless Supergirl
strapped tightly to its top with her arms and legs stretched wide apart and
held securely by wide, heavily reinforced 6" wide leather straps at the
wrists and ankles. The once mighty heroine’s cape hang unceremoniously off to
the side of the table, Tony takes in the
view, admiring this girl’s incredible body. Firm breasts bulge beneath her
prone shape, only slightly flattened from the straps pinning her down. Her
soft, beautifully curved ass bulges invitingly beneath her bright thin silky
red skirt. He notices there’s no heavy panting, no obvious big wet sweat stains
under the arms, around her breasts or in the prominent ass crease showing in
her skirt.
“Right,” he
says softly. The girl had obviously had time to collect herself. He’d have to back
up and remind her body and mind that every inch of her belonged to him. Ah
well, it was a dirty job but somebody had to do it.
Looking
down, Tony notices that the puddle of blood and drool and small streaks of
sweat on the floor beside the table have dried out now into rust colored spots.
Tony checks the buckles on each restraint, carefully circling around the table
before he comes to the front and leans down to look in his beautiful captive’s
face.
“Hello,
Supergirl. Ready for more fun?”
“Your
concept of fun is sick and twisted, Bonano.” Cool as ice. Matter of fact.
Bravado without being overbearing.
Yup,
there’s lots to do here. She’s got her game face on again. Well, let’s change
that right away.
“Ah. Got our
nerve back, have we, champ?” Tony starts circling the table again but the
blonde teenager doesn’t even look around. Tony shakes his head. He had this
cunt beaten only 90 minutes ago and now she was back to being the ice queen.
Well, ice could be melted.
“Stevie,”
Tony calls out. “Bring up the audio segment we discussed. Let me have Foxtrot
Alpha.”
“Yes, sir”
The intercom clicks and a moment later clicks again. Over the speaker comes the
sound of Tony’s voice, husky and a little breathless.
“And now, to continue your training,
I'm going to shoot you up with a little crack to give our lovemaking a sense of
heightened sensuality.” Tony sees Supergirl’s eyes get wider at this audio
playback. Then narrow back down.
“..i...no...please..no..”
Supergirl’s voice, desperate and halting comes through the speaker.
“Give it
a rest, Supergirl. You're our very own cute little boy toy for good, sweetie.
We own you, doll. Anyway, you're going to love this!” Standing behind the
grim-faced blonde at the side of the bondage table, Tony reaches over and slides
his palms over Supergirl’s silky red skirt. He feels her body tense up beneath
his hands momentarily.
Over the speaker, Tony is cooing, “Steady, lassie. I don't want to hurt my new stable whore.” In the cell Tony squeezes and mauls the prone teenager’s soft, pliable tush hidden beneath her skirt, He then lifts the skirt up and draws it over her back exposing her gleaming red panties. Tony slides his palms under the elastic legbands and continues to squeeze and fondle the famous blonde champion’s buttocks at his pleasure without any resistance from the slowly breathing Maid of Steel.
“....p...puh...p...please....d...d...duh..don't...”
The Supergirl in the speaker implores softly while the one on the table calmly
centers herself, trying to ignore the crude molestation of her body.
“Shhhh...sweetie. It's all part of your
training.” The Tony on speaker says. “And so is this, SuperAss,” Bonano in the
jail cell says to the motionless teen as his roaming palms prod, caress and
circle the famous teenager’s softly curving ass.
“...c...crack..won't...'fect...me...anyway...pig....”
At this sentence, Supergirl grunts in disgust at her earlier naivety. And that’s when Tony suddenly stops
fondling this helpless girl’s gorgeous ass and pulls down her panties with a
snap of his forearms.
“Hey! What are you...” Supergirl blurts, then stops herself
in mid sentence. Steel. I am steel.
“Wrong again, dumpling,” The speaker
blares. “With an inert Kryptonite base solution and an enriched Deutronium
catalyst mixed with the heroine and cocaine, we believe you'll find it our
little drug to be a very effective cocktail indeed.”
“...don't...b'lieve...yuh....”
Supergirl sets her mouth in grim determination as she hears herself trying to
be brave last night.
“But the crack did work didn’t it,
sunshine,” Tony gloats behind the determined blonde heroine. “We both know how
well it worked. You can’t deny that. Stevie! Stop audio.” Tony reaches into a
hidden drawer in the table and removes a lead bag from it. “And now I have
something that’s going to work very well, too, Superslut.” He walks around to
the front of the table so the resolute young girl before him can get the full
effect of his presentation.
“More kryptonite toys, huh. Bonano.
You’re not going to break me again. You do realize thaa....UGHHH.”
Tony withdraws a glowing green collar
from the lead bag and holds it in Supergirl’s drawn and grimacing face. Formed
of the same lucite as the dildo forced up her rear, the collar is two half arcs
filled with liquid kryptonite slime.
“Oh, I think I can break you down
easily enough. It’s a question of knowing just the right techniques, blondie.”
He fits the collar around Supergirl’s neck while he’s speaking and snaps it
shut with a scarily definitive thunk.
“You won’t defile my spirit again, thug. You
can kill me. Torture me. My soul is mine.” The blonde feels the deadly collar
working its devastation on her body, but calms herself and puts the pain in
another compartment in her mind.
“Wow, have you been taking drama queen
lessons from Wonder Woman? You sound just like that stuck up Amazon twat.”
“We are soul sisters who know that
lowlifes like you can never truly defeat us when we’re determined to succeed.”
“We’ll see about that, Supergirl. I’m a
very determined fellow myself..”
“You don’t know shit about
determination, Bonano.”
“Aren’t you ever tired of being wrong,
you stupid cow?” Tony twists a small knob on the collar and a thread of white
deutronium drifts within the glowing green collar now.
“AAGHHH!” Supergirl jerks in agony within the bondage
straps.
“I think you’ve forgotten just how
effective this deutronium-kryptonite slime can be, you overconfident skank.”
Tony moves behind the struggling, gasping teen now. Walking into the V of the
padded table where her crotch jumps and slaps against the tablepads, Tony takes
the familiar short tempered steel rod from a second drawer in the table and,
without warning, jabs the writhing young
girl’s bruised kidney that Randy had pummeled earlier.
“GHUNNFFF”
Gasping in pain, Supergirl takes two short breaths and once again puts the
sensation within a locked room in her mind. She’s doing everything she can to
compartmentalize the pain. But Tony attacks her other kidney with equal
barbarity, jamming it hard against her side, giving the blonde no time to
marshal her resources.
“OHHH” More
breaths, more rooms to put the pain.
“...can’t...capture
my...spirit...Bonan....OWWW!” The rod smacks against Supergirl’s ankle this
time with a sickening thwack and there’s no room this pain can fit in.
“...ahhh....ohh...owww....”
Supergirl is panting rapidly, trying to control herself, her pain, her resolve.
SMACK.
The other
ankle is struck. and Supergirl’s eyes fill with tears at this. She lets out a
keening shriek of anger.
“...AIYEEEOWW.......n...not...my...spirit....not
tod...UUGNNN.”
Tony raps
the aggravating bitch on the head with the rod in a place not already wounded
and it sends the girl down a dark gray hole. She sags on the table in a
senseless stupor. Not completely unconscious but completely inert.
“Fuckin’
bitch. I knew I should’ve fucked her when I had the chance.”
Tony leans
forward and peers between Supergirl’s legs. Carefully he pushes her left
buttcheek to the side and reaches in to grab the dildo poking out from the
girl’s asshole. Getting a firm grasp of the end of the dildo with his
fingertips, Tony slowly pulls on the lucite tube. It does not want to come out.
Supergirl’s sphincter is holding on tight to its new prize.
“Hmmm. I may
not have to take out this mother. Let’s try this.” Delicately positioning his
fingertips on the tiny screwtop set into the end of the tool, Tony twists
slowly and is able to turn the top slightly. His fingertips are sweaty though
and Tony has to wipe them on his pants so he can get a better grip. He twists
the screwtop again and it loosens even more. One third twist and it comes off.
All the greenish slime inside the dildo slides out as well onto the edge of the
table pad, down the crux of the table’s lower V and onto the floor.
Tony quickly
plucks the turkey baster from the drawer in which the collar was kept and opens
another drawer on the inside of the V just to his left. Snapping off the lid of
a small container within the drawer, Tony fills the baster with pure green
kryptonite sludge and calls out, “Randy, I need your assistance. Now!”
The
befuddled Maid of Steel knows something important is going on but she’s so weak
and sore she can’t think what she can do about any of it. A soft sigh whispers
from her tortured body, her throbbing
sides. She retreats into the gray hole without another peep.
Randy comes
running in and Tony instructs him to lift up Supergirl’s ass just enough so the
angle will prevent the krypto-slime from slipping out of the lucite dildto when
Tony fills it with the baster.
“I can do
that,” Randy says. He’s been watching the monitor from the control room. He
knows this girl is clocked and won’t be any threat over the next two minutes.
And that’s all it takes for Tony to fill the lucite dildo with a fresh infusion
of kryptonite. From a separate tiny tub he adds a slightly higher dose of
deutronium this time. Tony carefully screws the top back into the dildo and
pats Randy on the back.
“Thanks,
Randy. Did you enjoy groping her butt while you were holding her?”
“Wasn’t the
worst part of my day,” the young man grins and retreats back to the control
room.
Within the
jail cell, Supergirl is pulled harshly from her near comatose state by a
horrific twisting pelvic cramp, followed by a shooting pain in her butt.
“...hooaahhh....owwwww....”
This pain is less than the instant, relentless agony she’d felt when the dildo
was first put inside her hours ago. But with the collar added in, it was all
much, much worse than the background weakness she’d become acclimated to.
“Welcome back,
sugar plum. Still feeling super superior?”
“...you...still...won’t...break...my...sp...OWWW....OH....oohhhhh....”
Waves of pain were washing through Supergirl’s body now. From the collar at one
end to the dildo at the other, the two devices are multiplying the weakness
within her by a factor she cannot cope with.
“Well, if I
can’t have your spirit, I’ll have to settle for your body. Would you relinquish
that to me, Supergirl?”
“...don’t
know...what you’re...talk...OWWW.
AIYEEEE....ohhhhh...raoooo....”
There are no
rooms left at the inn for Supergirl to send this pain away to. Once again she
has been overwhelmed by Tony’s evil tools. Supergirl’s steel has been melted
down to worthless slage in the forge of Tony Bonano’s cruelty and hate.
“...puhleeze...make
it stop....”
“So now are
you’re willing to barter with me, Assfuck girl?” Tony walks around to the front
V of the restraint table. He calmly leans against the table, arms crossed,
looking down on Supergirl’s jerking blonde head, thoughtfully watching his
tools work their destructive magic on the helpless girl superhero.
“...i...i....OWW....no....yess....i...mean....whadju...want.....”
the delirious teenager can’t handle this crossflow of searing pain. Shooting
pains in her rear, followed by pounding searing headaches, total body sweats
and gut wrenching stomach and pelvic spasms. Once more, she begs her tormentor
in whimpering sobs. “...whuhdoo..i...haftoo doo....”
“Why, I want
what I’ve always wanted, Supergirl. I want your body. Will you give it to me
willingly?”
“....whut...how....ARRGHHH......whut....you
...mean.....uuugghhhh.....”
“Oh, you
want to negotiate, huh. Swell, let’s do
lunch. I’ll wait here why you think up
demands.”
“...huh....don’t
under...OWW....god....sthup...stopp....this....”
“Your body,
idiot. Tell me you’ll give me your body willingly for whatever I want and I
make the pain go away. Yes or no, Supergirl?”
“...sex.?....whuhttt
kind....of sex...”
“More
negotiating?”
“...i..can’t...shouldn’t....GEEYAAAHHH!”
Supergirl screams as a horrific cross current of toxic radiation from the dildo
and collar combine to shatter all her hope, all her resistance.
“Any kind of
fucking sex I want, you stupid, incompetent trollop.” Tony grabs the sweating,
thrashing blonde by her damp, stringy hair, squats down before her and gets
right in her face. “That’s the deal, superwhore. Take it or leave it.”
From the
depths of her rear, another stinging shard of agony lances through the once
mighty heroine. She gasps, grunts and cries out loud. “Yesss....OWW....okay...whatever
you want...yes...pleezuh....stop...the pain....i’ll do...do...it....anything to
stop the pain....”
“I have your
word on this as a superhero?” Tony holds her head and stares at his conquest.
Her irises are drifting like tiny balloons under her lids. Completely
unfocused, delirious with pain.
Tony slaps
the blonde in the face with a short quick swipe of his hand. She nods forward
but he yanks her by the hair and, staring straight at, repeats himself, “I
said, Supergirl, do I have your word as a superhero that you’ll let me use your
body anyway I want?”
Groaning and
whimpering and pleading for mercy, Supergirl says, “Yes” about 15 times in a
row. Tony lets her head drop to the tablepad. The blonde is awash in tears,
sweat, drool and mucus, eyes downcast. That’s when Tony reaches over to yet
another nearby drawer and pulls out a cloth and bottle from within. He pours a
generous amount of chloroform into the rag and, squatting before the unwary
teen, presses it against Supergirl’s nose and mouth. The surprised, gasping
teen, awash with pain and desperate for air, can’t begin to fight this new
attack. The blonde’s beautiful legs twist and strain as the sweet-smelling
chloroform fills her lungs. The panicked girl’s shiny red boots thump and
scrape in desperation within the thick leather straps. But there’s no escape
possible today. The Maid of Steel’s wrists chafe and twist against the
unyielding leather as she futilely attempts to wrench away from this cloying,
dizzying sweetness pressed firmly against her face. Tony Bonano shakes his own
head as he holds the back of Supergirl’s head with one hand and the chloroform
cloth with his other, keeping it firmly centered on the girl’s face as her head
shakes and quivers in his relentless grip. Kicking, flailing and mewling within
the cloth, it takes a full minute before the defenseless teen’s struggles
slowly fade to worthless spasms and involuntary jerks. Finally, the blonde’s
bulging eyes roll up in her head and with a quiet, mewling grunt, she slumps
heavily onto the table to which she is helplessly bound. Totally unconscious,
the blonde superhero mouth hangs open and her breasts rise and fall with a slow
rhythm on the padded table before the incredulous Mafia boss who’d finally made
her succumb.
“Fucking A!
This bitch is unbelievable!” Tony stands up and throws his arms up in the air
in exasperation. “She’s got this kryptonite collar sucking every ounce of
superpowers out of her, not to mention another batch of the stuff stuffed up
her goddamn skirt, she’s been beaten to a pulp, humiliated time after time over
the last day and a half, and still this fucking cunt puts up a helluva fight
against the chloroform. She really is from another planet. Nobody on earth
could do what she’s done since we nabbed her. Fucking superheroes.” Tony turns
and faces the prostrate blonde, watching the immobile form in undisguised fear,
anger and admiration. Even though this powerless teenage girl lies in
slack-jawed insensibility before him with her sweaty hair hanging in her face,
her cape dangling off the table like a rag, her skirt hiked up and her ass
exposed from her panties being caught in her buttcrack, Tony can’t help but
feel cautious at this incredible dynamo he’s subdued.
“I’m going
to have to add a little something extra to the next training session to make
sure blondie doesn’t go back on her word about givin’ it up to Carmine and me.
Fuckin’ Supergirl! Sheesh! Randy, come back in here, please.”
Tony Bonano
goes through the procedure once again with Randy’s help. He removes the dildo’s
cap, drains out the deutronium mix and replaces it with a baster full of
straight krypto-slime. It will be more than enough to keep her docile during
the coming training phase no matter what kind of promise she made. The collar
is removed, replaced within its lead shielding bag and put back in the table’s
drawer.
“Excellent.”
Tony glows, “Everything’s back on schedule. I’m fucking this pussy again in
about an hour. Carmine,” he shouts, “We’re back on. Get that nasty tool of
yours ready for the most beautiful, most compliant and most helpless
cocksucking slut on the planet.” The exultant Mafia don heads into the control
room for a glass of Jack Daniels.
At 3:00 Tony
and Stevie are about to head into the jail cell, with Tony giving the nodding
young hoodlum some final orders. “Make sure she gets enough of that bottle
you’re holding. She’s been through a lot and we need to keep her hydrated for
the training session with Carmine and me.” The two men walk into the jail cell
and over to the table on which the girl is strapped.
“Sure wish I
was getting of piece of this blonde’s ass,” Stevie says, standing over the
unconscious teen.
“It won’t be
long, Stevie. I assure you. This lesson and the next one are going to clearly
teach our shapely young heroine here just what it means to be a whore. Between
the crack and the kryptonite, she’ll be doing anything I ask. So start thinking
about how you want to play with the famous Maid of Steel. She’ll be eager to
please, I assure you. Now, give her that bottle and let’s get things underway.
Easy though, don’t want her to choke.”
For the
second time that day, Supergirl is brought back to consciousness with a gagging
sputter as liquid refreshment is poured down her throat. The bottle is
withdrawn momentarily and Supergirl rasps softly, “...more...”
A sweet
tasting juice this time, it cools Supergirl’s fiery throat and brings her back
to the world of the living. Her eyes slowly open in sluggish bewilderment.
Stevie keeps the bottle tilted just enough and the blonde teen eagerly sucks
down the slightly tangy juice.
“That’s a
special vitamin-enriched juice designed to keep your strength up, your
electrolytes balanced and reinforce your mental activity, Supergirl,” Tony
declares. “Can’t have you looking like crap while you’re one of my stable of whores, can I?”
Supergirl
finishes the bottle and Stevie takes it out of her mouth. He delicately wipes
her mouth with a napkin and then turns to head back to the control room and the
recording equipment waiting for his expert touch..
Supergirl’s
eyes shift toward Tony who is seated in his chair facing her from three feet
away. He’s leaning back with his legs crossed and his hands locked behind his
head. There’s a very self-satisfied smile on his face.
“You
remember our deal, don’t you, Supergirl?”
“...hmm.....whut...??”
She still feels the profound draining weakness of the kryptonite dildo glowing
steadily within her anus. All her incredible powers, all her hope, all her
energy and even all her crafty resourcefulness are totally blasted away by the
glowing tube inserted deep within her. She looks across at Tony in a lethargic
stupor.
“Our deal,
Supergirl. Hello in there! You promised you would willingly let me use your
body any way I like. You won’t put up a fight. In fact, you’ll be totally
submissive. If you’re not, you’ll be given a very nasty deutronium-kryptonite
enema you will never, ever forget. You ready to comply, bubbles?”
“...ys...”
The softest whisper slips from the girl’s lips.
“What was
that, hot lips? I couldn’t hear you.”
“...yes....”
“YES SIR!”
Tony barks and Supergirl jerks in startled surprise. She looks at an expectant
Bonano, staring coldly her way. She looks at him in exhausted fear for a moment
then frowns.
“...yeah,
yeah....okay Tony....” she finally acquiesces in sluggish embarrassment as she
lowers her eyes and sighs. And then Tony sighs loudly himself. Standing up, he
walks the short distance to the table and the girl before him. She doesn’t even
look up. In fact, she doesn’t see the thin black cord suddenly pulled out of
Tony’s pocket until it’s dropped under her chin. She does feel the harsh
garrotting tightness surround her neck as Tony pulls her head back while walking
off to the side and behind her. The thin
black cord presses into her neck so tightly that her flesh slightly overlaps
its edges.
“AUWGK.”
Supergirl tries to take in a deep breath of air. Nothing reaches her airway.
Behind her, Tony kneels down, keeps his grip tight on the choke cord and speaks
calmly to the wide-eyed teen struggling desperately within the straps on the
table.
“Now, really
Supergirl, you know my nickname. You know what I like to do to the men and
women who have misbehaved or gotten in my way. You know I don’t have all the
patience in the world and yet you’re so stupid that you force me to prove to
you my skill with a rope.”
The Maid of
Steel’s eyes bulge with panicked bewilderment. She hadn’t expected this. She
was expecting a sexual humiliation. I pushed him into this!
The angry
Bonano continues to hold the cord as tightly as possible as his cold cruel
voice pours into her ear and into her soul.. “Maybe I ought to say ‘Fuck it’
and choke you to death right here and now. Be done with you for good, you
troublesome cunt.” Continuous pressure keeps the jerking blonde’s airway
totally shut. Her swollen tongue now helplessly lolls out of her mouth as she
gasps for the oxygen that will not come.
Pinned down on this unrelenting bondage table, assfucked by an 8-inch
kryptonite dildo and stripped of every single superpower she has, Supergirl can
do nothing to prevent Tony from venting the full measure of his anger. “Maybe
you’re just not worth all the trouble and danger, blondie. That’s what my partner
thinks. Maybe he’s right” The whine of a camera zooming in for a closeup is
masked by the loudly wheezing, struggling teen caught hopelessly in the
unyielding leather straps. The dizzy and horrified heroine sees tiny black dots
floating before her. She is very close to passing out. And from there...
True,
absolute fear fills the helpless heroine. There were not going to be anymore
second chances here. I’m going to die here. He’s not going to let up...not
getting any air....no way...
Beneath
Supergirl’s jerking pelvis a sudden rush of urine drains into her panties. It
dampens them considerably then pools quickly within a small depression formed
in the cushion. In only a moment, the urine overflows the pad and falls to the
floor with an attention-grabbing splatter that causes Tony to look down. He
suddenly smiles. The already red-faced girl is too frightened to care about the
embarrassment of pissing herself, that is, until the cord suddenly goes
completely slack and Supergirl’s airway opens with a cold and searing
harshness.
And
then Tony announces loudly to the room.
“Well, well. The mighty Maid of Steel just pissed herself if I’m not mistaken.”
With one hand loosely holding the thin black cord, the mafia don kneeling
behind the loudly whooping scarlet-faced blonde slowly and dramatically slides
his other hand under the famous teenager’s skirt and palms the crotch of her
drenched, soiled panties. “Yup! She definitely peed in her pants. Another first
for the famous female champion.”
Gagging and wheezing
the helpless blonde can only suck in air as her muscles tremble and shake from
the absolute fear that overwhelmed her mere moments ago.
“What’s the
matter, hero? So scared you couldn’t stop yourself from making wee-wee?” Tony
is antagonistic, triumphant and mockingly abusive. This bitch has played
beautifully into my hands! She’ll never live the video of this down! I hope the
boys got that little demonstration of total fear.
Still
gasping and wheezing, the disgraced girl’s eyes fill with water. Tears drip to
the tablepad and slide off to the very floor where her shame has formed a small
golden puddle. Rasping out in a choked pathetic whisper, the blonde champion
pleads, “...what...d’ju...want....”
“All I want,
Supergirl, is for you to call me ‘Sir’ and for you to clearly admit defeat by
letting me and my friend Carmine fuck you. Can you do that? Will you do that?”
“...yessir...”
she mumbles through her tears.
“Better.
Much better. All my girls call me, sir or Mr. Bonano. Not Tony. Not unless I
give permission. Got that, whore?”
“...yessir...”
a small bubble of clear snot pops in Supergirl’s nose as she tries to regain
her equilibrium. But there’s so much humiliation here. There will be no more
escape attempts by me! No stupid blonde who can’t control her fear enough to
stop herself from wetting her underpants is getting out of this hellhole Not
today. Probably not ever. I’ve lost everything.
Supergirl sighs deeply in utter defeat while
the warm dampness between her legs eats away at her self-respect like acid.
Tony
couldn’t be more pleased with himself. He really hadn’t planned to choke the
exasperating bitch, but she got him so angry with her defiance that he’d lost
control. He didn’t think he would have actually choked the blonde to death, but
she thought he would. She was so certain and so afraid that she’d pissed
herself. A perfect humiliation that he hadn’t even thought to try. Now she was
so disgraced and so submissive, he could easily proceed with his training
session without nearly as much concern as he’d had before. Things were going
even better than planned. Supergirl was a mere shadow of her former self. Her
training was going to proceed as planned. She would be his whore for a long,
long year.
End of Part
6
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